He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in still another village, where he worked in a carpenter’s shop until he was thirty. He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but himself. He was turned over to his enemies and crucified. When he was dead he was laid in a borrowed grave. Centuries have passed and today he is the central figure of the human race. No one has affected the life of man upon earth as much as this one solitary life.